They Robbed Me, so I Made Them Homeless
The day before I am supposed to move into a nursing home, my daughter-in-law, Emily Freeman, cancels the deposit I have already paid without my permission.
"It's not easy for Ryan to earn money. Instead of helping us save money, you want to stay somewhere so expensive," Emily complains.
I frown and explain that I paid with my own money.
Her expression darkens as she rants, "Isn't your money our money? Besides, how much money can you possibly have? Didn't you get all of it from Ryan anyway?
"You don't help take care of the kids or do any housework. Now, you're just bleeding us dry so that you can enjoy yourself!"
My son, Ryan Pratt, sides with her and criticizes me as well. "Mom, this is such a waste of money. If you ask me, you might as well go to a senior community and get a bed there for ten dollars. Someone will still take care of you."
I am so furious that I faint on the spot and am rushed to the hospital. With the refunded money, Ryan takes Emily and goes on vacation abroad with his in-laws.
After being discharged, the first thing I do is put the apartment I once gave my son as a wedding gift up for sale with a real estate agent.